Fiction & PoetryCategory
If I read another love poem …
I will join a dagger to my face,
and carve out my eyes.
Shakespeare writes of lascivious grace–
Sounds more like rape implied.
he caught Me,
while I sat,
parallel to them,
in the low light
“I’ve already told someone,” he said
“Everyone knows what You’re doing here.
The following piece provides a rare glimpse into an average night in the Trump White House. Everything that follows is based on interviews with anonymous sources, and, while so
The war is on in Heaven, as Loyalist cherubics, still-hopeful divine servants of an absent God, fight with the Rebellion, those among the host who are convinced that Her sabbatical
According to the Choir of Numerals, roughly 27% of all melkrinians have personal internet access, the majority of them hailing from countries where literacy is decriminalized. Dra
Ghost virgin lying horizontal on the train tracks
Sweet Brown background bickers over syntax
Call, that would catch them; hands dusted in gutter glitter
So instead they specul
I let his cum settle on my tongue, but all I could taste was ash.
“Come on Chip,” I thought. “You’re a sommelier. Savor this.”
I let the jism congeal a bit, and then
by W. H Duryea & E.E. COLI
Dedicated to the victims of the Oakland warehouse fire, emergency responders, and Wallace Stevens.
Operation Ranch Hand
My desktop is a photograph
of a Vietnamese river delta,
The landscape has been
It is barren.
In the gr